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Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Heir

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 796    |    Released on: Today at 14:28

with a knife. Chloe held Mrs. Peterson steady, he

ickly regained his composure. He was the one in control. He pulled

lse authority. "She left all her shares in SereneCare Pharmaceu

re, relinquishing your claims. I'll still provide you with a generous monthly al

cheek, smirked at Chloe, her eye

new her mother. Miranda Beaumont would never, ev

?" she asked, her vo

, be reasonable. Your reputation is ruined. A disgraced heiress who spen

trike, meant to remind Chloe

s final weapon. He placed a heavy, ornate

r's ashes a

in the air, unsp

can take her. Give her a p

began to tremble. This was it. The final

a firm grip on her hand. Mrs. Peterson was beh

ered, her voice urgent and barely audible. "The

rief. She whipped her head around, staring into Mrs. Peterson's eyes. Th

ugh her, washing away the despair. It was followed i

inheritance. They had used the lie o

ath. When she looked up again, h

smiled, a smug, victorious expression spre

cked up

he tore it into a hundred tiny pieces, letting

chard's sm

d. She picked up t

g smile playing on her lips as she looked at Richard a

the box with all her might, not at th

crambled backward. The box hit t

as e

a and Jennifer shrieked a

of an executioner's order. "Get out of my mother's house.

opened his mouth to argue, but the words died in his

rabbed the hysterical Laura and the weeping

door sla

le

loe's body. She sagged again

ars streaming down her face. "Oh, Mi

r own trembling. "Tell me," she pleaded, her voice cracking.

w fight. But it was fueled

. And that was the o

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Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Heir
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“Chloe Beaumont woke up in a stranger's hotel bed, her body aching and her mind foggy from a cheap, cloying drug. Rushing home, she was met with a forged death certificate and the sickening smirk of her stepsister. Her stepfather and stepsister had poisoned her mother, faked her death, and orchestrated Chloe's hotel trap to steal her family's pharmaceutical empire. They demanded she sign away her inheritance, threatening to withhold her mother's ashes if she refused. They mercilessly mocked her ruined reputation, painting her as a fallen heiress who spent her nights with random men. Just as her world crumbled, a loyal housekeeper whispered a desperate secret: her mother wasn't dead, but hidden away by a powerful family. A tidal wave of rage washed away Chloe's grief. Her own family had used a fake death to torment her and a drugged drink to destroy her dignity. They thought she was a naive girl they could easily break and discard. But they didn't know the stranger from the hotel was Damien Stone, the ruthless heir to the city's most powerful empire-and her fated fiancé from a decades-old pact. Tearing the forged will to shreds, Chloe looked at the predators in her living room with terrifying serenity. "I will make the people responsible pay a thousand times over." She would marry the devil to borrow his army, and the war for her legacy had just begun.”